"The bowl of spiritual sand brought out by the Holy Spirit of Dhara Sect was indeed taken away by the old zombie. It exists in the God Transformation Stage. Who can snatch things from it? Isn't it seeking death? It should still be in its hands now!" Han Ming nodded and admitted in such a way.

In fact, there are a few particles of spiritual sand on human body, but they are not brought out by the Holy Spirit of the Dhara Sect, but by the I-Sharp Worm. Now it is not considered him lying.

Indeed, the strings of the girl playing the piano did not break again.

The answer to the last question ended. The old man from the strange robe kept silent, and the mortal girl on the side stopped playing the piano, very obedient and quietly stood by.

"The three questions have been answered. Do you plan to keep your promise?" Han Ming asked faintly, and the magic dragon blade in his body was ready to fly out.

"Of course, keep your promise. These two pieces of son-to-child stones are useless, so we sent them to fellow Taoists!" The old man from the strange robe pushed the two stones in front of Han Ming.

A strange look appeared on Han Ming's face, but he didn't expect that this person would actually give him it. It was beyond his expectations. After all, there was no important information about the three questions he answered.

"Is it really given it?" Han Ming asked in confusion.

"Of course, Fellow Daoist Han took the stone and left. There is no need to ask any questions. I won't say anything after asking!" The old man from the strange robe nodded, then lowered his head and took a sip of tea again.

Han Ming frowned, not sure what the man was trying to do, but it doesn't matter. These two pieces of stones separated by the mother and son are real, just take them away, and he doesn't lose anything.

He raised his hand and put two pieces of mother-of-child stones into his sleeves. Han Ming got up and drank all the Jiuxiang Spirit Tea in front of him in one sip. No matter how the old man in the strange robe pavilion was pinched, he turned into a black light and shot towards the distance.

After Han Ming left, the old man in a strange robe quickly stood up and respectfully bowed to the girl playing the piano: "Sir, are you satisfied with the answer you got?"

At the same time, two other lights shot from afar, with a majestic momentum. They were two great monks, and they also flew into the pavilion and bowed respectfully to the mortal girl.

"Not satisfied!" The girl didn't raise her head, but just stretched out her index finger like a jade-like sunflower to gently tweak the strings, and said coldly.

A master and monk from the brocade robe immediately bowed slightly when he heard this, and said, "The master is not satisfied. Then I will catch that boy back later!"

"Hmm?" The girl raised her head slightly and glanced at the young master of Jinlang, with a little cold look in her eyes.

Seeing this, the young master of Jinpao was shocked. He knew that he had made a mistake in his words. He was displeased by this great god. He immediately accused him of guilt and wanted to take back his previous words.

"Don't touch the Han surname, nor do you touch the Xingxing Sect. You don't know what kind of backing they have. If that person is angry, don't say it's you, even I will have no power to resist. If that person does not want to be the original body, he just comes from the divine realm, and can also make your small strange robe pavilion go ashes, and there is no residue left!" The mortal woman spoke in a deep voice, and then added: "This world is already broken, and your cultivation is a powerful person, but in fact? He is also called a great monk in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. He has no awe at all, and always feels that he can cross the world. He doesn't know how pitiful you are!"

"What the envoy teaches you is that we will remember it!" The three late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators nodded repeatedly, looking as if they were humbly taught.

The mortal woman no longer paid attention to the three late-stage monks in the Nascent Soul stage, but just fiddled with the strings of the piano and frowned with slender willow-leaf eyebrows, as if thinking about something.

She was really annoyed and finally got out of the world. She thought that as long as she caught the boy she had met in the Nether Bone Continent and asked about two ways to get in and out, she could go to the Nether Bone Continent and regain the Tianhuang Spirit Land.

But after going down from the realm, I found that I could not find the boy, so I could only inquire about the boy's origin and trace the origin, while searching for him in Middle Earth.

Hard work pays off, and she successfully found the kid's origin. It turned out to be a small sect monk who could be destroyed in the flick of his fingers in the remote north. Among them, there were only three or two of them in the Nascent Soul stage. But when she accidentally learned about the portrait of the Supreme Elder of this small sect, she almost was shocked.

It turned out to be the one from Wuya.

She originally planned to arrest the members of the Shengxing Sect and wait for the boy surnamed Han, but after she learned that he existed, she did not dare to take action, so she could only wait quietly. After inquiring again, she found that the boy had a great relationship with that guy.

After learning all this, she didn't dare to catch that boy. If the master of Wuyahai knew that she would dare to do this, let alone Xingsheng Wood Clan, there would be no place for her to live in the entire spiritual world.

He couldn't be hard, but he could only be soft. He secretly asked for the information she needed, but unexpectedly, the boy named Han didn't know, and he couldn't go back to the Nether Bone Continent himself.

The original plan was shattered and it was a mess!

Although she had left the world, she had no idea how to find the "Yunshen I don't know where it is".

Helplessly, I could only take one step at a time. The first thing I had to do was to try to pass on some magical medicines, elevate the three subordinates of the Yipao Pavilion to the God Transformation Stage, and then send them to the sea to find the Nether Bone Continent.

Han Ming played with the Yuanshi stone of his mother and son, and flew away to the distance. Now that his goal has been achieved, it is time to return to the Nightmare Demon Sect and accompany Concubine Wei to retreat. This time he was preparing to break through the mid-stage bottleneck and become a great monk.

Han Ming flew for two months, but by chance he encountered a small auction. He planned to try it at the auction on a whim. If he could meet the materials of the altar of sacrifice to the heaven, or some strange poisons, it would save some effort.

There was nothing surprising at this auction. However, the later ten Nascent Soul trades made him very rewarded and got two good poisons, just in line with the fusion of the two techniques.

After getting the poison, Han Ming returned to the Nightmare Demon Sect and went to seclusion with Concubine Wei. This retreat lasted for another fifty years, and many things happened during this period, such as the gathering of the ten major sects of the Demon Way and allocating their sphere of influence in the Nightmare Demon Sect, but the Sha Demon Sect was absent and did not attend.

The overall strength of the Demon Sect is stronger than that of the Nightmare Demon Sect. If it weren't for Concubine Wei's grandfather, the Demon Sect would be the actual first sect of the Demon Sect. They were absent, which led to the result of the discussion of the gatherings of various major sects that had no effect at all.

Fortunately, news came from the Evil Demon Sect that because the delivery of some spiritual lands is inconvenient, and there are many cultivators in the Evil Demon Sect that need to borrow those spiritual lands, the real demonic meeting was postponed for 80 years.

This kind of thing happened not once or twice. The major demon sects were mixed, but they didn't say much.

After fifty years of Han Ming's retreat, Concubine Qun came out of seclusion, not only advanced to the middle stage, but also consolidated her cultivation and made great progress in strength.

Another forty-five years passed by. On this day, Han Ming came out of seclusion, but his cultivation level was still at the peak of the middle stage, but it was much stronger than before seclusion. His realm was a bit unstable. He sometimes gave people a kind of oppression from a great monk, and sometimes he returned to his mid-stage realm.

Han Ming walked out of the secret room. Although he had not broken through the realm, he had an unconcealed smile on his lips.

"This is strange. Logically speaking, the effect of the Tianxin Pill should be about to pass, but why is it still so abundant now that the comprehending power has not decreased at all, and the two skills have been integrated in less than a hundred years?" he said to himself.
Chapter completed!